Chapter 87: Which row do you like in Shaolin Temple?

Since Xiao Feng came to Xiao Tianmen, the exquisite martial arts he has seen is unknown. Even if it is the 72 secret skills of Shaolin Temple, Xiao Tian will throw it to him like a tattered one, and let him study it by himself.
That is the Shaolin's unique school that can set off a huge wave in the arena!
Even Shaolin Temple regarded the Yi Jin Jing as an absolute secret and the missing parts of the Washing Marrow Sutra, Xiao Feng had even seen Xiao Tian's hands!
Under such circumstances, Xiao Feng's awe of Shaolin Temple naturally diminished.
Imagine a famous martial arts sect, even his core inheritance has fallen into the hands of outsiders, how can it make people value or even fear it?
So hearing the words of the welcoming monk on the right, Xiao Feng immediately mocked.
When the guest-welcoming monk on the right heard Xiao Feng's words, an expression of anger appeared on his face, his eyes staring at Xiao Feng, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn Xiao Feng out!
"The kid is arrogant!" The welcoming monk secretly raised a sigh of anger and said angrily.
A flash of anger flashed in Xiao Tian's eyes, then turned into a thick mockery.
The roar of the greeter monk just now has already used the method of Buddhist lion roar.
If Xiao Feng is just an ordinary person who has learned a few simple tricks, just a roar can shock Xiao Feng's seven orifices to bleed!
It's a pity that Xiao Feng, under his own teaching, made martial arts advances at a rapid pace, and his strength has already entered the acquired master.
Not to mention a welcoming monk guarding the gate of the mountain, even a master of Xuanci and Xuanqian's level of performing a Buddhist lion roar, at most it can only make Xiao Feng lose his mind for a moment!
Xiao Feng's expression remained unchanged, and the strong sound waves caused by the roar of the Buddhist lion seemed to be blowing in the breeze. Apart from disturbing Xiao Feng's hanging temples, it did not affect him at all.
"You have some skill," the welcoming monk saw Xiao Feng's performance, his face became a little serious, and then sneered: "Even if your martial arts are good, my Shaolin Temple is not a place to let you be presumptuous!"
"Boy, if you obediently apologize, Grandpa Fo can still care about you, but if you don't understand, Grandpa Buddha will let you see and see why my Shaolin Temple dares to be the number one in the world!" Blow the yellow monk's clothes into a hunting noise.
Xiao Tian glanced at the welcoming monk and took Wang Yuyan back two steps.
The strength of this welcoming monk is also pretty good, I am afraid it can be comparable to the world's top masters, but for Xiao Tian, ​​this kind of role makes him not even interested in shooting!
Seeing Xiao Tian's actions, Xiao Feng would soon be overjoyed. He smiled disdainfully at the welcoming monk, and then arrogantly said: "On martial arts, my foster father is the number one in the world! As for your Shaolin Temple, love rowing Which row is in the first place!"
When the guest monk heard Xiao Feng's words, his ignorance karma suddenly jumped three feet high, and he raised his hand and struck towards Xiao Feng.
The strong wind broke through the air, and the aftermath of the palm's strength blew Xiao Feng's robe and hunted.
Open the monument!
One of Shaolin's 72 stunts, to open a stele to the depths and gravel like tofu!
When Xiao Tian on the side saw the welcoming monk's movements, his mouth could not help but a smile of disdain.
He imparted all of Shaolin's 72 stunts to Xiao Feng, and Xiao Feng's best practiced and used the most is the Dragon Claw Hand and the Great Open Tablet Hand that this guest-welcoming monk is currently performing!
Xiao Feng took a deep breath, and did not see what he was doing, suddenly his right hand shot out and hit the palm of the guest monk hard!
A crisp bone crack sounded, and in the unbelievable gaze of the welcoming monk, he flew upside down a dozen steps toward the rear, and slammed into a small tree not far away!
Standing up with some difficulty, the welcoming monk was holding his right shoulder, and his right hand dropped weakly, looking at Xiao Feng like a monster!